Luyện nghe bài hát Too Hot

Niggas bit off Nas
it, you bit it
Niggas bit off Nas shit,
Niggas, bit off, Nas
if, you bit it, bit it

Niggas bit off Nas
it, you bit it
Niggas bit off Nas shit,
Niggas, bit off, Nas
if, you bit it, bit it

You can be a and ride, or a coward and hide
Either way you go against me, you gon' die
I got four macs, a few nines, I'm for beef
You wanna talk, it ain't about money, then let it be

I need a drop for when a hot, a Hummer for when it's cold
An ill attorney's in my corner when these fake fold
The shit I kick, fuck niggas mentally
them wanna mention me
And see me doing a century in the penitentiary

Nastradamus predicted 50's the future, that's a money
I run up on your workers the mac, like where that pack money
I'm a tell y'all what Papi me
I got you need, 19, 5 a key

I stay catching a stunt, frontin' in mean
And I'll clap any nigga for the right of cream
Run up on them all the same problem solver
Beat up ass, tape on the handle, eight revolver

Projects too hot, niggas better hope we hit rock
'Cause then we run up in your spot
get the fuck on the floor, give us the Ro'

Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit
then we gonna run up in your spot
Screamin' get the on the floor, give us the Ro'

Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
I'm like Sugar Mosley, it ain't no beef
You're staring, a ticket that sits in row three
to Ron Artest and Kobe
Yo, I went pro too, then I let them phillies slow me

I'm like a man's asthma, seeking a pump
deeper when I'm creeping up
Y'all to fuck with the tightest, I stick niggas
Ensevilitus, leavin' whole in silence

My is obvious, past on to most rap fiends
Un cured, no vaccine
Last seen at the automatic teller machine, out
Or in the booth, blacking out

It's Con Ed style, real twisted, I disappear on Blair Witch shit
Comin' back I'm kid
Either or you can't me with my feet in the door
Or walk away from the street or the morgue, play your nigga

Projects too hot, niggas better hope we hit rock
'Cause we gonna run up in your spot

bit off Nas
it, you bit it
Tell these somethin', God

What, yo?
I disturb niggas and white boys with five pointed
Tattoed on they arms, pimp your moms like I'm Magic Don
From to Hong Kong, weed in the bong
We smoke that, leave our on the coat rack

that plot on me, nine times outta ten the nine is on me
Feds search the God, but nothin' they on me
When I rap don't to clap applaud sooner
Unless you hate a like George Bush Jr., I bring awkward to you

Porsche through the city like New York sewers
Stinkin' up the air, Park, horse manure
Rims is 22 inches, suspensions
22 inch dick when I'm

you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin' like
You knowin' my arithmetic, but we don't alike
50 Cent with Bravehearted, we ride to the depart us
You fake niggas what I started, let's go

bit off Nas shit
it, you bit it
Niggas bit off Nas shit,
Niggas, bit off, Nas
if, you bit it, bit it

Projects too hot, niggas better hope we hit rock
'Cause then we gonna run up in your
Screamin' get the on the floor, give us the Ro'